Griffith held the shield in his hand and was alert to the surrounding enemies, paying attention to the spears they might suddenly throw. The troll clan dueling him was likely to launch a full-scale attack in an unfavorable situation.
A troll warrior armed with a heavy black stone ax jumped out, howling and beating his chest with his fists, running around the would-be knight, circling like a falcon and approaching. The drums and war cries of the troll clan reached a boiling point. Sony
Ya nervously held her hands in front of her chest, not daring to look away from the duel field in front of her for a second.
"Don't be nervous." Galadia patted her shoulder, her relaxed expression didn't seem to care.
"Why?" Sonia asked puzzled.
Griffith put away the mace, first caught the blow with his vanguard shield, pressed his hand on the ax handle, and then punched the warrior in the face.
"Bang!"
This punch made a huge muffled sound that echoed in the cave, stopping the rumbling drums. The troll warrior who was hit hard staggered back a step, and the stone ax in his hand fell with a "clang" sound.
On the ground.
In the silence, Griffith pressed his knee on the warrior's chest, raised his right fist and struck again. A mouthful of broken teeth and blood sprayed out. The warrior of the Bellomont survivors struggled to resist, but was blocked.
Riffis pulled him up and punched him on the jaw.
"Bang!"
The warrior was sent flying two meters away, spinning and being slapped on the ground.
Griffith picked up the black stone ax on the ground and glanced at the survivors surrounding him.
"Next!"
Amid the commotion, Bellomont's remnants beat the war drums again, and a vigorous warrior appeared holding a scimitar. His weapon was made of shiny metal, and was far more sophisticated than before. His vigorous steps were flashing and illusory,
It’s hard to catch.
"We will avenge the warriors! Maroti Maguda will drag you into the shadows, beyond his reach!"
In the shouts of the elders, the troll warrior with a convoluted name disappeared into the air in front of Griffith. The cold murderous intention was slowly approaching. In this dark lost ruins, the troll tribesmen
They all seem to be good at hiding, otherwise they wouldn't surround the inspection team.
The remnants of the trolls cheered their warriors with strange roars. His ears were filled with chaotic sounds and interference, making it impossible for Griffith to calm down and detect the enemy's movements.
Maroti Maguda, whose name is so weird that it is almost impossible for anyone to remember it, suddenly appeared from the shadows. Just like those evil and experienced assassins, he had already detoured behind Griffith and struck a fatal blow to the waist and abdomen.
Stab away.
"Boom!"
The troll assassin's scimitar shattered the ice shield and got stuck on the solid breastplate. Marotimaguda suddenly found that his wrists were also frostbitten, and the blade only tore a gap in the breastplate and could not move.
.
He was about to evacuate immediately, but his feet were already frozen by the cold air.
Griffith turned around like a storm and pressed towards the Troll Assassin with the force of a landslide. The Vanguard Shield slammed into his rapidly retreating body, making the Troll dizzy. The Troll Assassin didn't even have time.
Pulling away, the black stone ax sliced open his cheek, taking away the broken tongue, teeth and facial bones.
The agile assassin fell to the ground like a stone amid the cries of his tribe.
The drumming stopped instantly again. All the trolls seemed to have a piece of rag stuffed in their mouths, and their dull and mysterious war cries turned into shameful whines.
"Look!" Galadia proudly raised her chin towards Sonia, "These trolls live underground in isolation from the rest of the world. They cannot have much food and combat experience. Regardless of their large number, how fast they come, their appearance
It’s scary. In a real fight, how could he be the opponent of Shutoral who is fighting all over the world~”
Sonia couldn't help but nodded repeatedly: "That's good, I'm worried that using a large magic spell here will cause landslides."
"That's not necessary," Galadia patted her shoulder, "Your divination results should be quite accurate."
The seriously injured Troll Assassin was crawling on the ground with a broken face. Griffith glanced at him and raised his head to scan the densely packed Troll clansmen:
"Go on, that ceremony called Nai."
As soon as he finished speaking, the troll elder suddenly waved his hand, and a group of troll warriors holding spears flashed out from the tribe, aiming at Griffith and throwing them.
"Garadia, defensive barrier!"
How shameless! These cunning guys were ready to play dirty tricks from the beginning when the duel situation was unfavorable. As soon as Griffith saw them coming out with throwing spears, he turned around and ran in the direction of the girls, hiding among them
under the spell of.
A shower of projections came again, roaring outside the strong wind and force field formed by the spell, but none of them hit.
At this moment, Lana, who had taken advantage of the gap in the battle to complete a detour, suddenly appeared on the troll's flank. He waved the majestic wrath and the eternal patriarch's swords and rushed towards the unprepared survivors, throwing their spears and
The limbs were chopped off together, like a windmill sweeping across a wheat field, creating a bloody mess.
The ruins are filled with screams, roars and curses.
Not all troll clans are warriors. Some of them are beating drums, and some are carrying food and odds and ends collected from unknown places. They gather to cheer and cheer as if they were called to watch the fun. Lana's double swords blink.
He tore them apart in a short time. The masked elder saw his people being slaughtered and screamed loudly:
"Outsiders, why are you massacring our people! Get out of our holy land!"
Lana immediately ran towards him to kill him. The elder hid behind him and shouted: "Break his spine, warrior Trendo, the gods are watching you among the stars."
A sturdy troll warrior rushed out from the crowd. His body was incredibly large, completely different from the lean troll tribesmen, as fat as a suture monster. He did not hold a big ax or scimitar in his hand, but
It's holding a big stick embedded in the rock.
Every step he took made a roaring sound. Even Lana turned his head and turned to face him.
"Trendo, dong dong dong! Trento, dong dong dong!"
This special troll warrior received special cheers, and the bloodied troll tribesmen who were killed in just a few seconds took courage and cheered for their warrior.
"Hoho, the combination of arms is quite rich and colorful." Rana pointed at the Bellomon warriors who were shouting fiercely for battle, and hooked his fingers at him.
The noisy shouts fell silent, and even the nearby spear warriors stepped back some distance. Only the drummers were beating hard.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!"
The Troll Warrior Trendo is coming like a moving mountain of flesh. He is fierce and determined to compete with this human for strength. The coming blow will be a devastating blow.
Uncharacteristically, Lana put away his defensive sword to dodge the blows of the stone hammer, and at the same time threw the dagger at his waist at the troll's cheek.
The troll's stone hammer sank with great force, causing the ground to shake with tremors. He faced the dagger's attack forcefully with his face full of flesh, and came rumblingly down.
"Huha! The majestic Trentor is irresistible!"
The giant man roared and fought fiercely, roaring and smashing down with the stone hammer, lifting up whole pieces of broken stone slabs on the ground. It didn't matter whether the blow hit or not, even the flying fragments could cause terrible damage.
Large area splash damage.
Suddenly, a figure wearing fine armor rushed out from the sharp gravel and dust in the sky. His big feet covered with greaves and iron boots stepped on the stone hammer that fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.
The troll warrior tried his best to lift the stone hammer, but it seemed as if it was weighed down by a heavy weight and could not move.
Rana stepped on the stone mallet with one foot, leaped forward like lightning to grab the troll's head, and swept it head-on with his broken steel sword with both hands. There was a tooth-itching tearing sound in the air, and the huge head was smashed together.
It flew up in the rain of blood, landed at the feet of the troll remnants, and rolled around.
"..."
The trolls of the Belomon clan retreated one after another. They stared at their round heads with wide eyes and made rattling noises.
"Warriors of the Ability God, you have gained the honor of being the enemy of Elder Gilapakasa!"
The elder of the Bellomont remnant took action personally. He got out of the crowd, took out a voodoo doll and pierced it with a wooden awl.
"Welcome the darkness with divine power!"
Rana immediately felt as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move, and some kind of spell was imprisoning his body. The elder Jirapakasa immediately took out the blowgun from under his mask, and there was a thin needle on the blowpipe.
The emerald green liquid was obviously smeared with deadly poison.
However, such an ability was no match for the Barrier Breaker. Lana circulated his blood energy, and in a blink of an eye, he broke free from the restraints and charged towards the elder, and then knocked him down with one punch.
"Oh——!" the elder screamed, "outsiders, stop it, stop it."
Lana punched the begging elder in the face again, cracking the thick mask. The sharp wooden thorns pierced into the elder's flesh like a hedgehog.
"Warrior, wait, wait."
Lana ignored him and punched him hard with his fist, causing the elder's wail to echo in the cave.
Sonia couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene, turned to Griffith and whispered: "I think they are starting to talk softly."
The elder's face was like a vein of magma that had just erupted, with red and white flowing all over his face. He looked at the huge fist and cried and shouted: "Outsiders, oh, apostles of the powerful alien god, please accept us
Faithful obedience and devotion.”
"You guys can still speak nicely!" Lana rode on him and shouted, "Prepare food and hot water, as well as soft fur and a clean room."
"Our food is not enough." The elder said in fear as he lay on the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, Rana grabbed his head, pinched the fangs near his mouth and gave it a hard squeeze.
"Ugh——!" the elder screamed.
"Stop being so long-winded!" Lana gestured at the elder's face with his broken teeth, "Hurry and prepare food and beds for us! It's as respectful as a maid asking a returning knight whether he should eat dinner first or himself first!"
He came in person like a roaring god, and his irresistible majesty made the trolls kneel down one after another as they trembled and looked up.
"Yes, yes, the apostle of the powerful alien god."